No pug puppies were harmed in the making of this post…
…really…
…not even her dignity.
You should SEE what the cat puts up with from this little one.
Seriously.
Category Archives: Frienemies
And They Called It Puppy Love…
…or not.
Well. For us humans it was nothing BUT puppy love, but Lola Pug just doesn’t feel the love for the younger ones anymore.
Ahhhh, baby bulldogs.
Nothing is finer.
Except for grown-up pugs, of course.
*ahem*
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Dog Rock Band
Last we left our little pug, she had just met Arnold…Arnold of the Personality, Arnold of the Yowling, Arnold of the In Yo’ Face, Arnold who could drive the Energizer Bunny to his grave.
Arnold loooooooves his Mum and Dad, and Arnold looooves his siblings, but Arnold doesn’t always looooove visitors, so he came out to play – and run and run and run – and then went to bed for a little time out.
But never fear.
Much to the pug’s horror AND hidden delight, Arnold’s siblings came out to play….
Bentley - Therapy Dog Extraordinaire
Handsome Osgood and the Princess Clara
There was no escaping the SOCIAL for Lola Pug. She was surrounded and outnumbered!
…not a bad album cover, actually…if there were such things as dog rock bands.
Can you spot the differences between The Pug and the Griffies?
…To Be Continued…again….
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A New Friend
Lola Pug and her people had a bit of a rough week, and adventures were put on the back burner for a little bit. Poor pug has been kind of a “pug in the background” this past while, and that just isn’t what HRH is used to, so something had to give.
I decided that we needed to visit some new friends for a play date.
Always suspicious of me, The Pug was even more cautious when she came into her new buddy’s home and found…
…”Who on earth could we be dealing with here?”, thinks the pug. (ed note – Well, that’s how I interpreted her glare at me)
“Where the heck have you brought me?”, her eyes seemed to say to me. (ed note – what her eyes were saying was actually worded a little differently, but this is a family blog)
Lola … meet your new buddy…
…Arnold.
Dear friends, I can hardly wait to tell you how well *this* little surprise went over.
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Farewell Crazy Coconuts
Grace Kamiliotis 1998-2011
Hats off to you, Gracie, for surpassing everyone’s predictions and expectations.
You have enriched our lives and now you have broken our hearts, but we know that you’re at peace.
Gracie and her Pug Mum, Sassy - 2008
Your family – Mumsie, your sisters and wee Rocco, miss you terribly. Even Lola misses you, little one, but you have passed your mantle on to her, and so your unique puggie spirit will live on.
Gracie of the Wild
May all of the gardens in your new home have lush, ripe mango trees, may all of the cows come lean and pre-cooked, and may you always have someone to bark at and someone to play with.
Gracie - August, 2011
Peace, dear little soul.
We will be looking for you on the other side.
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The Queen and Sheba
Like most dogs (and people), Lola has an inborn need to have purpose in her life.
From about Day One, I realised that the Pug’s full-time job is clearly to be The Boss of Me, and she performs that duty admirably. So why on earth wouldn’t she also be The Boss of Sheba, the downstairs neighbour’s large, snorting Shar Pei?
As long as they stay this far apart, everything is right with the world. Sheba, you see, is a dear to her people, but would likely, I think, love to turn a certain small, black pug into a mid-day snack.
Pug, stick to bossing your people around, and things will work out just fine.
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Like All Great Divas…
…Lola has her share of rivals – certain dogs who will throw her into a rabid slather whenever she sees, hears or vaguely smells them in her vicinity.
I’m never sure why she picks to hate on the dogs that she does – there’s no perceivable pattern to her choices. I chalk it up to being one of the Mysteries of The Pug.
There is one nemesis, however, who holds no such mystery for me…
Feared by large neighbourhood dogs (who refuse to cross the street if they see her on the other side), and outlandishly aware of her good pug looks, Gracie is the Joan Collins to Lola’s Linda Evans. The Veronica to her Betty. The Little Kim to her Nicki Minaj. Gracie fired the first shot, and Lola has never forgotten, to put it mildly.
Truth be told, Gracie loves people, not pugs, and she has mellowed into a grey, sweetly deaf and very lumpy old dame who simply wants to eat, sleep and be happy…just as Lola has reached the apex of her beeotch ways.
Gracie, I apologise for Lola’s foaming hatred of you…even though you did kinda draw the gun first.
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